He gripped the railing right next to where she had. Her attention was diverted from the distant clouds on the lush green hills and she noticed his hand there. Her hand was large, with long slender fingers and a broad wrist, but it looked petite next to his wide knuckles. She thought she had tanned, but realized that she couldn't hope to catch a glimpse of the veins under his dark skin like she still could in her's.
The word "big" came to her mind. And she looked away, embarrassed. Did he notice? No. How could he - he couldn't see her face. So she stole another glance at his hand. Her heart warmed as she thought of his short stubby fingers and pudgy palm. She loved his dark skin.
She tried to make conversation and he caught her eyes. Yes. He had noticed.
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oh god i love this.
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